{"id":22293,"date":"2025-10-30T07:16:49","date_gmt":"2025-10-30T11:16:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/?p=22293"},"modified":"2025-10-30T07:16:49","modified_gmt":"2025-10-30T11:16:49","slug":"wrong-cadillac","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/flash-fiction\/wrong-cadillac\/","title":{"rendered":"Wrong Cadillac"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Nine years old behind the wheel. Farm rules.<\/p>\n<p>Didn\u2019t need a permit when your nearest neighbor was a mile away.<\/p>\n<p>1987 F-150 XLT\u2014extended cab, two-tone gray. EFI 5.0 with an AOD. Just rear-wheel.<\/p>\n<p>Back then, it was the Cadillac model. Hell, it even had door pockets.<\/p>\n<p>It was my grandpa Mack\u2019s.<\/p>\n<p>Pretty sure he paid two grand for it in 2002\u2014secondhand, of course.<\/p>\n<p>He taught me how to work on things.<\/p>\n<p>More like how to fix them with duct tape and baling wire.<\/p>\n<p>That\u2019s what you do when you live in the middle of nowhere.<\/p>\n<p>My dad showed me how to fix things the right way\u2014usually.<\/p>\n<p>Mack died at 83.<\/p>\n<p>Grandma kept the truck going a while\u2014woods runs, trash hauls.<\/p>\n<p>Couple of summers I went down to fix things.<\/p>\n<p>Rattle-canned the hood primer gray.<\/p>\n<p>(Yeah, what a great fix. Thanks, teenage me.)<\/p>\n<p>After a few years, it fell into disrepair.<\/p>\n<p>Sat in the gravel driveway for at least seven.<\/p>\n<p>Then one day, Grandma called me.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m gonna give it to that nice high school boy. He keeps asking about it at church.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Um\u2014no the fuck you aren\u2019t.<\/p>\n<p>I went down there that day.<\/p>\n<p>Grandma told me how the boy was polite. Handy.<\/p>\n<p>I didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n<p>Didn\u2019t have to.<\/p>\n<p>Brought all the usual bullshit things Fords need: fuel pump.<\/p>\n<p>Always the goddamn fuel pump.<\/p>\n<p>Every time with these 8th gens and their stupid fuel system.<\/p>\n<p>Fuck those tank switchers. I bypass their ass every time.<\/p>\n<p>Fuel pump in. Fires right up. Horribly.<\/p>\n<p>I mean, barely running\u2014like a cartoon.<\/p>\n<p>Struck up a deal with a local hotshot hauler.<\/p>\n<p>Managed to barely get it on the trailer under its own power.<\/p>\n<p>She just waved, small.<\/p>\n<p>Like she was letting go of something heavy.<\/p>\n<p>I cried.<\/p>\n<p>Didn\u2019t plan to. Didn\u2019t try not to.<\/p>\n<p>Got it home to my place the next day, and the project began.<\/p>\n<p>First, Heineken, and a Camel.<\/p>\n<p>Old man would be proud.<\/p>\n<p>Or wonder why it was only 9 a.m.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h5>Everything Wrong with an Abandoned Truck<\/h5>\n<p>It was bad:<\/p>\n<p>Immediately take Senator Sawzall to the muffler (fuck yeah).<\/p>\n<p>Feel better.<\/p>\n<p>Fuel pump. All three.<\/p>\n<p>Fuel filter.<\/p>\n<p>Remove rear tank\u2014fucked.<\/p>\n<p>Replace front tank.<\/p>\n<p>Rewire fuel pump connections.<\/p>\n<p>Have a third fuel pump I can\u2019t do anything with. FUCK.<\/p>\n<p>Water pump.<\/p>\n<p>Timing chain\u2014still had the OG plastic gear one. So much sludge it almost started playing Pantera.<\/p>\n<p>Break the timing chain cover someone (Mack) had Heli coiled.<\/p>\n<p>New timing cover\u2014pain in the ass on a 302.<\/p>\n<p>Power steering pump and pulley.<\/p>\n<p>New tires (the old ones looked like an Arizona parking lot).<\/p>\n<p>Oil changed three times.<\/p>\n<p>Three oil filters.<\/p>\n<p>Weld in Flow master 10, run duals out behind the tires\u2014cowboy cut, baby.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h5>First Drive<\/h5>\n<p>Interior smelled like Caney Creek mud and Mack\u2019s Kents.<\/p>\n<p>Perfect.<\/p>\n<p>Radio worked: <em>Dire Straits\u2013Money for Nothing<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>Cigarette lighter worked: <em>Click. Pop.<\/em> Another one of God\u2019s cigarettes burned to the butt.<\/p>\n<p>Key in. <em>Click<\/em>. Classic Ford starter sound.<\/p>\n<p>5.0 caught, roared a mighty song\u2014releasing years of pent-up bald eagles in a fury that would hunt down small animals without mercy.<\/p>\n<p>We had to make a trip.<\/p>\n<p>Slip into drive.<\/p>\n<p>Right after the most badass guitar riff of all time and the drums kick in with bass so hard it\u2019ll make your head spin.<\/p>\n<p>Full throttle.<\/p>\n<p>Full brake.<\/p>\n<p>Full burnout.<\/p>\n<p>Rear end posi still works. Beautiful.<\/p>\n<p>Smoke coming in the cab.<\/p>\n<p>Neighbors mad as fuck.<\/p>\n<p>Children screaming.<\/p>\n<p>5.0 screaming louder.<\/p>\n<p>Feeling like the baddest motherfucker in town.<\/p>\n<p>BOOM.<\/p>\n<p>Karma.<\/p>\n<p>U-joint let go and joined Voyager II in orbit.<\/p>\n<p>Spent the rest of the afternoon with Heinekens and pressing in new U-joints.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h5>Real First Drive<\/h5>\n<p>This was the kind of drive it was built for.<\/p>\n<p>I needed more oil.<\/p>\n<p>Okay\u2014I needed more beer.<\/p>\n<p>But I also got some extra oil while I was there.<\/p>\n<p>Notice anything wrong with that list?<\/p>\n<p>Yeah. No mention of looking at the brakes.<\/p>\n<p>On the drive home, I hear scraping.<\/p>\n<p>Turn up the radio. \u201cNutshell\u201d by Alice in Chains. DJ\u2019s trying to kill me today.<\/p>\n<p>Now the scraping\u2019s louder than the radio.<\/p>\n<p>Pull over.<\/p>\n<p>Front passenger wheel smoking. Grease catches fire. FUCK.<\/p>\n<p>No fire extinguisher.<\/p>\n<p>Case of beer.<\/p>\n<p>Sigh.<\/p>\n<p>Lit a cigarette off the burning wheel. Didn\u2019t say a word.<\/p>\n<p>Reluctantly throw a beer into the wheel well.<\/p>\n<p>Finally get the wreck home. Four beers short.<\/p>\n<p>Still runs.<\/p>\n<p>Brakes work now.<\/p>\n<p>Mostly.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><em>&#8211; Dedicated to Mack<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Grandpa&#8217;s truck just waved, small. Like she was letting go of something heavy. I cried. Didn\u2019t plan to. Didn\u2019t try not to. Got her home to my place and the project began. First, Heineken, and a Camel. Old man would be proud. 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